In the curtain area, Weaver notes that it's not like Carol to let a patient's IV bag run dry. Carol apologizes. Weaver asks whether there's anything bothering her, but Carol says there isn't. Weaver kindly asks, "Are you sure?" Carol rears up and snaps, "If you have a problem with me, Kerry, you should just go ahead and say it." Weaver puts up both her palms in a "whoa!" motion and says, "Don't get so defensive. I'm just asking what's going on." Carol's voice breaks as she yells, "I am taking care of ten patients, I have two babies up in day care, and you're constantly on my back!" Um, Carol? Yeah, that's why she offered to relieve you of one or two of your responsibilities if you were feeling overwhelmed. It's not her fault you had twins; that she can't control. She can control the amount of work you have, as she has already offered, once, to do, and I would say that if you keep smarting off at her, she could control that amount of work straight on down to NONE by firing your snotty ass, so SHUTTIE. Weaver, obviously taken aback, curtly replies, "Stay on top of things, and I won't bother you again." Carol turns her back on Weaver, who stomps out.

Doris gives Dr. Dave and Carter the bullet on a patient who got hit on the El tracks trying to beat a train, and was knocked down but not run over. As the gurney passes through chairs, Mr. Barclay yells after them, "When is somebody going to take a look at my arm?" Dude, maybe when it gets hit by AN EL TRAIN, so how about you go down to the waterfront and let it DRAIN into the river I am NOT crying for you, okay?

In the trauma room, Carter and Dr. Dave transfer El Guy to a bed while Doris bags him. EG seems to have broken ribs; Carter tells Malik to prep for a central line, since the patient will need some fluid. Some machine starts beeping, and Dr. Dave yells that there are absent breath sounds on the left, which means "this guy's got a pneumo," and, to Malik, says, "Hey, man -- chest-tube tray." Malik says he's already prepping the central line for Carter. Just then Mr. Barclay appears in the doorway and demands, "Why does it take so long for a wound check?" Dr. Dave yells, "'Cause this guy's trying to die on us -- GET OUT OF HERE!" Much as I hate to agree with Dr. Dave: Word. Dr. Dave says, "As soon as I pop this baby in, his pressure'll shoot back up." Carter jovially says, "You can't assume that; he could be losing blood." Dr. Dave asks, "Did I ever tell you the story about my first chest tube?" Doris dismissively says that she'd love to hear it, but there are sick people waiting for her, and leaves. Dr. Dave chirps, "Cliff diver hit the rocks. What a mess. I'm in. You done, Dr. Carter?" "Not yet," murmurs Carter. Malik says that EG's pressure's still down, so Carter snarks, "So much for your chest tube, Dr. Dave!" Dr. Dave says that it could be blood in the belly, and asks Malik to get him an ultrasound. In the doorway, Malik passes Doris, who's returned to scream, "That guy just stole my rig!" "What guy?" Dr. Dave asks. "Your wound-check patient," she snaps. "That sucks," Dr. Dave replies rather cavalierly. Doris makes a "like, ha ha, not" face, and stomps out.